Jiang Cha Cha could feel the look in the darkness, and it was obviously colder.

The sweat on his back suddenly turned into cold sweat, and the wind blew on it, and it was cold.

Jiang Cha Cha swallowed.

Who can tell him that Wen Huaizhi had a good chat with her just now, how could he suddenly jump out of this stubble.

She had a bad heart, so scared, she really had a myocardial infarction.

When she was nervous, she couldn't help but stutter when she spoke, "What, what a dress?" ”

She was going to play dumb.

Wen Huai stopped and lowered his eyes. He could clearly feel that Jiang Chacha's arm around his arm was quietly tightening.

He was thoughtful, so he naturally sensed that something was wrong with her.

Seeing that he didn't leave, afraid that he would say something amazing, Jiang Chacha gritted his teeth and pulled him hard to drag him away, "Haha, President, I have a lot of dresses given by others in my closet, I have a bad memory, and I always forget what dresses others have sent." ”

This sentence was said to Bian Jichen on the balcony, in order to dispel his doubts.

"President, the pastry made by the chef I invited today is quite delicious, I see that you haven't eaten it tonight, I'll take you to eat it now."

Wen Huaizhi was much bigger than her, and she didn't move him at all.

Her words made Wen Huaizhi unhappy.

His long legs paused, and the tips of his hand-made leather shoes swirled silently at her.

The eyes under the glasses seemed to be smiling gently, but she felt the cold of the deep cold.

He was born in a chaebol, he will never make a mistake when he wears a suit, unlike ordinary people, when he wears a suit, he will always look shrunken, like wearing ill-fitting clothes, from head to toe makes people feel a sense of restraint. But Wen Huaizhi will not, he is wearing a suit, and his gestures will only make people feel elegant and noble, looking at the gentle eye waves in his eyes, people can't wait to drown in his power and deception willingly.

A person from a background like him is careless about everything, and this carelessness adds a layer of cold indifference.

He was lowering his eyes, looking at the dress on her body, and he slowly stretched out his noble hand, which was slightly warm on her waist, and barely concealed any affection. Desire, his fingertips slowly rubbed the fabric of the skirt on her waist, and his gaze was as cold as if he was observing the delicate goods on the shelves.

But despite this, Jiang Chacha still felt that wherever his fingers passed, a layer of electricity was wrapped, stimulating the soft skin beneath her through the thin fabric.

The eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses bent deeply, and he continued to caress lightly and heavily, as if with a little arrogant warning.

"The three million I spent on the vice president, did you forget about it?"

His hand, as if teasing a random wild cat on the side of the road, looked faint and indescribably careless.

His hand on her waist was getting hotter and hotter.

Ginger tea tea heart can't help but accelerate.

She gritted her teeth secretly, how could someone say such ambiguous words with such a gentle and elegant face, and he didn't feel anything.

He was too close to her, and the gap between the two was just like this, and Jiang Chacha felt that the bodies of the two were almost close together.

He stood in front of her, his chin down, staring at her faintly through the lens-eyed fox eyes.

He seemed to have touched the literary play that was still holding his hands, and carelessly stroked the fabric on her waist, which was silky and soft to the touch, and his fingers seemed to be stained with a little warm fragrance because of this.

Wen Huaizhi's arrogance and self-esteem did not allow her to be distracted when listening to him.

He is merciless. Lustfully, he suddenly pinched the soft flesh on her waist again.

The deep voice was cold.

"Is this still comfortable, satisfied?"

(End of chapter)